I was paring down my photo library recently and one thing I discovered is that I have a few good shots of my cat Bleecker. For whatever reason I’ve always had trouble getting decent shots of him.
Here he is, before the unholy terrors, Bodhi and Bali, (just Bodhi really) were brought into the house, when he still got to occupy this choice spot on my desk. It’s okay though. Right now he is on my lap, purring. I just remembered! I used to have a nickname for my cats Buddy and Finney. I called them Satan’s Fur Puppets (they are now deceased). God those were innocent cat-owning times. They were choir boys next to Bodhi, the king of Satan’s army of Fur Puppets. (Bali is a little love who just pretends to go along sometimes.). But here is my pretty, and perpetually vexed, Bleecker.
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I must be part Bleecker, because I am perpetually vexed but not pretty.
I am loving all the photos you’re finding; thanks for posting. I remember when you got Bleecker! (And Bodhi and Bali too.) Sure the kitties aren’t easy but they do keep life interesting, don’t they?
They do, are the make a pandemic bearable.